I’VE always been interested in taking things apart. When I was a little Mut I’d nick one of my dad’s screwdrivers and take the handles off the doors in our house in Tonteg, once memorably trapping my mum in the bathroom while my then-three-year-old sis had a screaming fit downstairs. After doors I moved on to watches and clocks - including the one my granddad received when he retired from the Fire Brigade (I managed to get it back together with only five screws and a spring left over) - then remote controls, stereos, my parents’ Instamatic camera, and pretty much […]



